I thought I was leaving Zhuhai on Monday, but walking along the street this afternoon I realised I’d been confused last week and that my train ticket was for the 25th, not the 26th. A swift trip to the ticket agency revealed that they are just an agency and can’t change tickets. So, fuck it, I’m leaving the day after tomorrow.
Sitting down in a restaurant I thought I should probably check when I should hand over my house keys. My notebook says: “24th – 9.30am.” Fuck. I’m an idiot.